Old lady with a barrow, life near ending Standing by the harbor wall, warm wishes sending Children on the cold sea swell, not fishers of men Gone to chase away the last herring Come empty home again So come all you lovers of the good life On your supermarket run And set a sail of your own devising And be there when the Dutchman comes Oh, you better be there when the Dutchman comes Wee girl in a straw hat, from far east warring Sad cargo of an old ship, young bodies whoring Slow ocean hobo, ports closed to her crew No hope of immigration, keep on passing through So come all you lovers of the good life Your children playing in the sun And set a sympathetic flag a-flying Oh, and be there when the Dutchman comes Oh, you better be there when the Dutchman comes Death grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman Seagull pilots flown from nowhere, oh, try and touch one As she slips in on the full tide and the harbor master yells All hands vanished with the captain, no one left, the tale to tell So come all you lovers of the good life Look around you, can you see? Staring ghostly from the mirror, it's the Dutchman you will be Floating slowly out to sea, oh, in a misty misery, no